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Small Wings

Here’s a story you may have heard of.   It’s about a small bird called “Small Wings”.  He was a lonely, little bird who knew nothing of the outside world due to the hidden, overprotective nurturing his upbringing was bestowed on him since birth.  But this baby bird also had a special gift also in its infancy waiting to share with the outside world.


He was colorblind

This little bird wished that he could see colors. He loved painting and always enjoyed painting from his heart. But something wasn’t quite right. He was born with a limited ability to see black and white images. Maybe it was because this bird was using substandard art materials that clouded his own vision to see correctly. And he didn’t know it, just kept moving along and painting what his skills allow him to do. This bird tried watercolors, acrylics, pastels and everything he could find to express his vision. But he was still not satisfied. Not yet.

So one day as he was painting outdoors, an old bird who also was an artist painting the same scene, decided to give the boy one of his paintbrushes. The little bird was puzzled, didn’t know why the old bird gave him a paintbrush. He already had many paintbrushes. So the little bird dipped his new paintbrush into the color paints and painted on his canvas.


Suddenly, Small Wings could see a few strokes in color. He painted more!  First the sky, then the sun, then the foreground where the trees were sparkling a few more breaths of the last light of day. Everything the boy was painting, now the boy could see in color. He had no idea why he could see color. Was the old artist some kind of magician? Or a superhero? This little bird has never seen the colorful paintings he has been painting for years until now.


Then a miracle happened…

Then he suddenly realized why he could see color. The universe might have granted his wish? Maybe someone believed in him enough that it manifested at the right time? What Small Wings saw was amazing and could finally understand why he’s been painting all these years despite his inability to paint with beautiful colors. You see, his colors were not so bright, not so clear before. But someone activated the bird’s belief in himself. Small Wings tried for years to paint from his heart, his eyes, his hands to the canvas, but the paintings never turned out as well as he wanted to.

This little bird years later turned into an older, wiser bird and soon went out of his comfort zone from America to the island of Taiwan where he found a second master bird painter. It was the first time this little bird was now taking private art lessons and this very old master artist was teaching him techniques that were more old world than he was.

This hardworking bird studied the materials and discovered the right brushes, the right way to stretch a canvas, the right way to compose a painting, and some of the best paints he saw on the master artist’s palette. There were all different brands to experiment and try out. What Small Wings discovered he liked best was the paint that was thicker in consistency, higher in chroma and close to old world colors that would impress even Michelangelo. A few of these paints were oil paints, such as Michael Harding and Gamblin. The bird was hooked!  As if he finally was painting with the right type of art materials. Some of his favorite colors were Naphthol Red, Indian Yellow, Ultramarine Blue, Titanium White and Yellow Ochre.


Simplicity is still the best…

This bird believed that a simple core palette was the way for him. He liked his colors mixed and harmonious. He sometimes used a variety of other colors and brands, but usually went back to his core colors. The best part was that there was an art store in faraway Taipei that carried his favorite paints. “Just holding them in your claws makes you feel like a better artist” thought the feathery artist.  As he happily purchased his core colors and his paintings, especially his portraits began to improve and there was no looking back now. This baby bird was now a grown bird on a mission, painting his heart out in Portugal.

As a result of Small Wing’s newfound discovery of these amazing paints, his perception changed, and so his world as well. He will never forget how to paint his colorful paintings again. Things were not so black and white, or muddy again.  The right art materials do make a difference no matter how big or small you are.  His art became like a long-lost friend.  And our feathery artist finally learned to see…again.

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Whatever the Wind Blows

Whatever the Wind Blows 11×14 oil on panel

Whatever the wind blows, you must be ready for it. There are only two enemies that I consider real in my life, and that’s fear and doubt. The remedy for those villains are faith and action. And thus it came time to do an epic landscape painting that is not just a Colorado painting, but contains something more universal. It’s not just a park, but my interpretation of what I want to see in my park. For when you paint something, you have to take some kind of ownership because it is interpreted from your own eyes, mind, heart and soul. It’s not just a painting though it really looks like one. I look it as a visual manifestation of all the things you have learned in your life up until this point. It may have taken a few hours, or 10 hours, but in reality it has taken many, many years to paint this version. And I always welcome change, not painting the same old thing. I’m not a factory worker. I could never duplicate the same painting twice even if I tried. Your emotions, feelings, everything changes minute by minute, no matter how big or small.

I look at nature for answers

When you see a tree, is it the exact same color every day? Does the light reflect off the leaves the same way every day? Change happens as often as the world turns. No two sunsets are ever exactly alike. This is why I cherish each day. It’s a chance to start again. When I paint, I see things like it’s the first time. I don’t paint in a paint by numbers system. I use all my mental facilities to help the painting along, to see its potential. That’s part of the magic in painting. I have no idea what the end result, but what’s so important is to focus on the process. The process is life itself. It’s the journey, and when you enjoy the journey, I have faith that it will take you to your ideal destination. So if there’s ever a reason to cherish each day, it’s knowing that it’s a blank canvas, all ready for you to create something special. Now wherever the wind blows, that’s where I will end up. I’m meant to travel and paint, but there is no final destination. And to embrace change and trust yourself will help you go a long way.

Saturday’s all right for the Farmer’s Market Show


My booth at the Santa Fe Farmer's Market


At the last moment, a booth on Saturday became available. Yes!  Just three days after returning from the Mesa Show, I was looking for some more shows.  I found out about some artist show at the Santa Fe Farmer’s Market and inquired about availability.  Fortunately, there was a spot open so there I was on Saturday selling my work.  I did end up selling a small original landscape painting so I was pretty happy about that.  My girlfriend, Theresa was with me, being a great supporter of me and the arts!  

Next booth to me was a Guatamalan family of a mother, grandmother and two daughters, both whom grew very fond of us.  Alexandria and Naomi were so cute, very playful with us, so it was a neat moment.  I still had to pay attention of the people coming to my booth, but I managed well.  I even had my easel outside the door with a painting on.  And the location of the booth was great, right by the door where people from the farmer’s market could enter.  Sure I would have liked to have had a better day, financially speaking, but I did my best.  That’s all I can ask for.

Alexandria and Theresa, a great support team!


My Easel outside the Farmer's Market entrance